CHAPTER THREE: A CHIT-CHAT Throughout the period of Physics, Funmilayo who entered the class earlier than others even to the surprise of Mr. Toba was not in class. When they returned to class, fellow students thanked her for rescuing them. So many students hate impromptu test. More so Mr. Toba’s test was to make those of them who had turned to habitual late comers fail. Bimpe wished that the crowd around could vanish so that there would be just the two of them as she is very eager to hear every detail about who her friend has been thinking of. Has she fallen in love with….but with whom? So many thoughts ran through her mind until finally they were left to themselves. “So who is he’? Bimpe hurriedly ask. “I don’t know him, I have not seen him before” Funmilayo said looking into space. “I saw him for the first time this morning and it seems I have always seen him. Though I hate his guts but I like him” she finalized. “But you said you don’t know his name” Bimpe reminded. “I didn’t h

THREE: A CHIT-CHAT Throughout the period of Physics, Funmilayo who entered the class earlier than others even to the surprise of Mr. Toba was not in class. When they returned to class, fellow students thanked her for rescuing them. So many students hate impromptu test. More so Mr. Toba’s test was to make those of them who had turned to habitual late comers fail. Bimpe wished that the crowd around could vanish so that there would be just the two of them as she is very eager to hear every detail about who her friend has been thinking of. Has she fallen in love with….but with whom? So many thoughts ran through her mind until finally they were left to themselves. “So who is he’? Bimpe hurriedly ask. “I don’t know him, I have not seen him before” Funmilayo said looking into space. “I saw him for the first time this morning and it seems I have always seen him. Though I hate his guts but I like him” she finalized. “But you said you don’t know his name” Bimpe reminded. “I didn’t have time to

AFTER SCHOOL HOURS CHAPTER TWO: MAGNET Funmilayo enters into her class before others who had been at the assembly ground came in. the face of the young boy being flogged continued to flash through her mind. No this can’t be, is she feeling pity for him or is she falling in love with him? It can’t be. That he is putting on short means that he is in a junior class. FODSTAY COMPREHENSIVE COLLEGE has made it that only students in SS3 class would wear trousers for the boys and skirts for the girls. So obviously the boy is in a lower class. But which class could he be in? Could he be in JSS class? No, that can’t be. He talks maturely and with confidence. He should be in either SS1 or 2. “I don’t even know his name” these words came out of her mouth without her knowing. “What did you say”? asked Bimpe. Bimpe is her closest friend and of course her seat mate. “What do you mean?” she replied. “Who is he?” Bimpe asked further. “I..I..I don’t understand…..” Funmilayo stammers but before